Hymnal: The Christian Psalmist
Compiler: Silas W Leonard and A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: S W Leonard
First Line: O what a power has years to change
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Hymn Number: 14
Page Number: 295, click to see hymnal pages
O WHAT a power
Each transient earthly scene,
To make the pleasures of the past
As though they had not been.
'Tis mournful to retrace the past,
And bring to memory's eye
The days, our brightest, happiest days
Of joyous infancy.
The world, was it not brighter then,
Without those cares and fears,
Which oft, like storm clouds, rise to burst
On our maturer years?
Have all the hopes been realized
Which thronged life's early dreams,
Or on the future does the star
Of promise shed its beams?
Ah, no! the flowers of hope we've learned
Oft blossom but to fade,
And though life has its sunny spots
It also has its shade.
But ah! the dream of youth has fled,
The brightest, purest ray
Which lights our pathway till the hour
We seek our kindred clay.